The moon faded away into the sky, break of day had come. Out on the flat the little bunch of ponies was knee deep in the snow and a pawing away for the grass that was underneath, there wasn't a scratch on nary a hide to show that any had ever seen a wolf, but if Smoky and his pardner the buckskin hadn't been in that little bunch there would of been another story to tell. The little colt which was so busy digging up feed for himself and plum ignorant of the close call he'd had would of been amongst the missing and just easing the appetites of three gray wolves, and who knows but what a couple more colts might of been killed along with him, for once a wolf gets a taste of warm blood there's no telling how far he'll go.
The "yip, yip" and howl of a cayote sounded off from the hills, and grad
